I would risk my heart one last time, and then I would put an end to this relationship and move on.
Just this one last time…
Besides, I knew he was likely to hate me once he found out the secret I’d been harboring for all these years; it was only a matter of time before he found out.
I got up and followed him, leaving my textbook and bag behind.
He led me to one of the private study rooms in the back of the library. It was small and could barely hold a handful of people. The inside was outfitted with a table and three chairs. The walls were distraction-free and painted plain beige.
The perfect place to focus on studying—or for me to see Tucker’s naked body again.
I heard the door close and the lock click. I turned back to find Tucker leaning against the wood, watching me with heavily hooded eyes.
I swallowed hard and moved to undo the buttons of my dress. We were here to have sex, and I was going to get to it as quickly as possible so that I could lick my wounds in private later.
I had only undone one button when Tucker came toward me, his movements cool and confident. Predatory.
Sexy.
When he was within kissing distance, he stilled my hands with his. “Let me do that,” he murmured.
I had expected this romp to be quick and to the point, just like the previous last night. But instead, Tucker took his time, unbuttoning my dress like he was unwrapping delicate treasure.
Once all the buttons were free, he pushed the straps off my shoulders. His fingers caressed my skin in the process, making me shiver with yearning.
He was careful with my clothes, slowly draping my dress on the back of a chair even though he never took his eyes off me.
He moved to my hair next, which I had in a high ponytail. He gently pulled the holder away, causing my hair to fall heavily around my shoulders. The strands teased my skin and goose-bumps rose along my shoulders and upper arms.
He groaned. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t stand it. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I grit my teeth. This was so unfair. He was acting like he cared. Like he felt something other than desire for me. Giving my poor heart hope when there really was none.
I pulled my eyes away from his, telling myself that I couldn’t fall for it. “Hurry,” I said. “Someone could knock any second. You know they might want to actually study in here.”
He put his finger on my lip, the simple caress feeling so sensual. “Shhh. Don’t worry so much. Just enjoy the moment. I’ll take care of you.”
He finished undressing me with the same unhurried precision, as if we had all the time in the world. It was so different from the rushed race to the finish of last night.
Once my clothes were off, he undressed himself and I got my first clear view of his body in almost five years. He was ripped, strength covering every line of his body. His military service was evident though; there were scars on his arms and chest, faint but deep. I delicately traced them with my fingers, trying to sooth away any lingering hurt.
He took my fingers and kissed each one. He then took my lips briefly before nuzzling the area where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue tasted my skin and he groaned as if sampling a rare and delicious delicacy.
The sound made me shiver. I closed my eyes. Air rushed from my parted lips when his teeth closed on that same spot, reminding me of a wild animal claiming its mate. He licked the mark before moving lower and capturing my nipple between his lips.
He loved my chest with his mouth, his hand moving over me in the process and making me feverish.
He moved lower still, kneeling at my feet. He positioned one of my thighs over his shoulder and I watched with wide eyes as his face moved toward my mound.
He opened my soaked lips with his thumbs, exposing me to his gaze. He then licked me there. I had to bite my lips to contain the sounds threatening to emerge from my throat. He teased me with soft touches that made my hips jerk closer to his tongue. My fingers fisted his hair and I pulled him closer, resting my upper body against the wall and tilting my lower half toward him more.
“More,” I whispered.
He gave what I wanted, opening his mouth on me and kissing me there with the same intensity he did the lips on my face. He lapped my juices, probed my entrance with his tongue, and sucked on my lower lips before adding his fingers to the array.
It became increasingly more difficult to contain my cries. I had to bite the inside of my wrist when he found the secret place inside me that took me straight to the edge.
“Come for me,” he said.